I drum my fingers on the table in my lab as I wait for the latest results to show up. Frustration eats at my veins as I think about the other results that I have been able to produce. I look at the vials that litter around the lab in disgust as I look at the products of all my hard work. I have been out of practice much too long if this simple formula is proving to get the best of me.
My mind flashes back to almost ten years earlier when I received that call. It was the call that changed everything for me including the path that I would take in the experiments that I started. The very person that gave the order is now dead by my hand because he thought that he could tell me what to do. He said that a mind such as mine would prove more useful outside of the confines of a lab.